“But he’s still Kian,” Freya said and headed toward the other Rhimodian.
“Please. I do not want anything to happen to you,” Wrathin said.
Freya sighed.
The other Rhimodian, Kian, started walking toward them.
Smiling.
The Rhimodian was smiling.
Freya headed toward him, around Wrathin anyway.
“So I am not the only being who makes you breathe like that,” Kian said.
Freya smiled. “You do it the most.”
It only took Wrathin a few steps to get past Freya and step in front of her. “Brother?”
The glow was starting to diminish. “I am still me,” Kian said.
“You know you are glowing.”
“I know. I was angry.”
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Freya wasn’t about to stay away from Kian after all they'd been through. She trusted him.
Completely.
Even though he had lightning like an electrical storm running all over him.
“Freya, wait,” Veta said, holding her hand out.
“You may be the Imperial Princesses’ bodyguard, but you’re not mine.” Freya headed past her toward Kian. “I am not in any danger.”
Kian would never let anything happen to her, though right now, it seemed like he was the one who needed protecting.
His fellow Rhimodian seemed concerned about his stability. She understood. After all, he was glowing. And he’d exploded three times with a horizontal power burst.
That was new.
And quite frightening in the moment.
However, he’d said one thing to her before it happened.
Down!
Though his demand had hit her so strongly, it might have been mental telepathy rather than any sort of spoken command. But she'd crouched safely on the ground below the bursts of energy he’d fired off.
The other Rhimodian marched toward him, weapons up. “Kian.”
Kian tipped his head to the side. “Wrathin, you come at me like this?”
“You’re glowing.”
Kian looked at his hands. “So I am.”
